He loved it when the sun did shine.
When the sun came out he'd shed his sleeves.
And all the girls would be quite pleased.
They'd "Oooh" and "Aaah," their jaws would lower,
He'd turn and wink from atop his mower.
And sometimes flex and smile and wave,
He looked so trim, so strong, so brave.
All the she's from Californ,
Ventured near this landscape porn.
To watch him mow, and rake, and dig,
And dream of him in leaves of fig.
The winter months could be quite grey,
And in his sleeves his guns did stay -
But summertime the sun came out,
And all the girls would run and shout!
Cause Ryan would wear his white tank tops
And oh those guns of his would pop!
